Flash Lightning Comes The Reproduction Out Of The Machine (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Flash lightning comes the reproduction out of the machine,
even better than the memory of my own thoughts
where I see a photograph and a letter from you
and it brings mere moments back to me.
The memory has a whole city's neon lights
that gleam far away in the darkness,
in a restaurant's window our own faces
while in a chilly evening you get out of the car.
The electronic messenger has you
almost like a tinned kind of momentary-goddess
where I can look at another photo
but your words sneak-sneak into my life
and when you do suddenly knock on the front door
in reality my heart wants to stop.

© Gert Strydom